[Intro: Why?, Doseone]
Star
Starfish, alive and liquid on the lighthouse stoop
[Verse 1: Doseone, Why?, Both]
Saturday morning four window spotlight
Turns the stained sunday bed sheets and back again in the end
Speaking voices swapped the specs
The keen eye titles litter, and after all I found it
Circle K (Boomerang)
Shitty coffee, hunger pangs (Boomerang)
To beans the guy's on the corner with a broken can opener
Dirt shots, plastic flower print
Poet headed bore, bore the messenger practice
A tactile cactus (shh...)
Leaders in the making-us-drought system
No lattice around the naked edges of a trash heap art piece
I raise my eyebrows when somebody calls me clothed
Hands off better to feel our width
Trash heaple collecting ex-presidents next door
Lodging the lump in our throats
God's daughter's built for speed
Lives on the fourth floor, we're in the basement
"Gas main office
Tenants speaking"
Where the marionettes hang waiting for wet hands to stiffen the limp pen
Fuck the fashion show
[Bridge: Doseone and Why?]
Crumbled bubble limbo's window trapped
[Verse 2: Doseone, Why?, Both]
Trim brushes, paint buckets, second story roof tag
What it means to have an artist plug a black hole with mortar
Close circuit walk home
Broken brick and lease is up
House is open, keyhole empty
Meet you out in California
Rucksack, sleeping on nude beaches
Performing for our dimes and nickels
Sewerside on street corners speaking out our piece
We'll till the land with a pulled up parking meter
'Til the soil churns to wind
A stretched taffy howl to peacock plume, our haircuts
The painted pigeon dessert's a crust of bread
The former melon's rind and open empty shell
Which ones get the poets' bedrooms?
And kicks the pebble loose
A sylvan lot
Its painted rail a horde of cricket carcasses
The same old hat
Under open sky sound
Big difference
Listen to my head
Twin prince dilutions
Skip their last supper
C'est la vie
Tchotchke
Bags packed in boxes
Our thrones in the dumpster
Bon voyage
[Outro: Doseone, Why?, Both]
Red pipe
33 E McMillan St
Apt